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Marlena Flair

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Friday, 20 June 1947
11AM; Field of Poppies

The duelists had been sent notes informing the of the date, time, and location of their first duels of the summer. It also informed them to wear their standard robes. If they had no robes, robes would be provided.

Summer was an interesting time, to say the least. New children often mingling with old familiar classmates. Even new referees were sometimes needed. Looking around, she saw there were torches on ever corner of the block. She liked fire. It gave the fights are more serious feel. About ten feet beyond the edge of the block, the Fighting Trees stood. They had been jinxed to throw apples at campers. Marlena wasn't sure that was the original intent of whoever performed the spells on the trees, but the result was certainly hilarious yet painful.

She wasn't thrilled as a pumpkin to be on the dueling block out in the Field of Poppies. She was not one for pompous speeches. She preferred to sit and stew about how foolish her 'enemies' were. Still, she was a camp counselor, and she had to perform her duties.

"Listen up," she called out abruptly. "Adrian, Elias, Sonja, and Valencia, you four are up first."

She dodged out of the way of a flying apple and reviewed the rules with the duelists, once they were on the makeshift block. Then, she asked them to shake hands before asking them to take their places. Once situated, Marlena called out, "You may begin!



((Only one successful disarming spell or action allowed per duelist.))

((The Fighting Trees may throw apples at you during the duel.))




Round 1 of 5:

Sonja Lundgren - 75%

vs.

Valencia Alvear - 75%

vs.

Elias Egneus - 60%

vs.

Adrian Alric - 80%

I'm normal.
It's you that has the growth disorder.

Elias Greenwood

    (04/10/2016 at 22:37)
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Elias stood on the 'block' with a small apple in one hand and his wand in the other. Small apples were a bit more tart than their counterparts. No juice ran down his chin but the crunch crunch crunch could probably be heard from the audience space. He had shook each of his opponents hands in turn.

Sonja was just some kid. The handshake he had given was limp. The hand of Alric, the hated enemy, he had tried to squeeze the life from. Valencia was... The only person for whom he'd break his personal rule. Not that he'd told her that. It was a terrifying prospect, and he had tried and failed half a hundred times to get the message across. He shook her hand gingerly, hoping desperately that the hand was not sweating. Later he would reflect on how her touch felt and criticise himself for imagined mistakes.

Marlena was the Referee, which boded well for him. A friendly ref could mean an unfair game. The good kind. The kind that had won Slytherin the game against Hufflepuff last term. Eli had never heard of a ravenclaw cheating, but that was an indication only of his lack of knowledge. Of course ravenclaws cheat. Everyone cheats.

"You may begin!"

As in the last duel where he had been forced into the block with Alric, the older boy was the most immediate and likely threat. Barely a moment had passed before Eli's wand pointed at Alric and his mouth formed the shape of his favourite spell for these situations.

"Petrificus Totalus." A teeny bit of apple came from his mouth with the words, landing on the floor of the block. Hopefully no one would notice. If they did, the accident had happened now. He paid it no mind, focussing his attention on the matter at hand.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters ♚

Sonja Lundgren

    (04/12/2016 at 14:07)
"Listen up. Adrian, Elias, Sonja, and Valencia, you four are up first. You may begin!"

She had shaken the hands of her opponents, stood on the dueling block armed with her Black Walnut and Dragon Heartstring Wand, and watched as Marlena Flair was nearly taken out by a flying apple; all-in-all Sonja Lundgren could say she was ready. Or was she?

The most basic of charms had been taught to the youngster, before she received her letter to Hogwarts, under the cover of night by her older brother Benjamin but she had lacked a wand or the heart to achieve any true progress.

So, the young Lundgren did the only thing she knew and was certain would get a rise out of someone. Turning quickly to Valencia, she quickly loosened her foot from her shoe and launched it towards the equally young girl. [physical]

For the moment, it would have to do.

Marlena Flair

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Round 1 Actions:

1. Fighting Trees attempt to throw apples at duelists. Success! Sonja, 12% damage! Valencia, 12% damage! Elias, 12% damage! Adrian, 10% damage! Those are some powerful trees! Marlena was a little worried at how dangerous their little duel might become...

2. Eli tries to cast Petrificus Totalus at Alric. Success! 4% damage

3. Sonja attempts to launch her shoe at Valencia. Success! However, Valencia seemed to ignore it.

Ref note: You have the making of a great start to a post! With it being summer, it's a great time to learn and try new things. I encourage you to write a little more. Though there's no strict code, a good rule of thumb is to post enough to have the text go past your avatar. Also, for physical actions, you do not need to specify that they are physical. You do however need to specify the intended results. i.e., [damage], [-2 ability], [damage, act twice].




Round 2 of 5:

Sonja Lundgren - 63%

vs.

Valencia Alvear - 63% 1 round missed, 2 more to forfeit

vs.

Elias Egneus - 48% may act twice

vs.

Adrian Alric - 66% -1 velocity, 1 round missed, 2 more to forfeit

I'm normal.
It's you that has the growth disorder.

* Valencia Salvatierra

    (04/12/2016 at 21:12)
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The prospect of winning was one that had pulled her in like a hypnotic light, dwelling in the crevices of the ambitious mind she called her own. Duelling, she felt, was certainly an pastime she could get into—if Valencia had adequate skill in fencing from her father, then surely duelling would be no different, other than magical capability being a key factor in the activity.

Before the round started, she had taken the chance to study her opponents; all seemed to be somewhat worthy adversaries, but Valencia held Elias highest out of the three. He was one she could surely rely on in the battlefield (duelling block in this case, but that was besides the point),  and she imagined that there was some shared trust between the two—

It was at that moment that Valencia noticed the flying apple and shoe. Did Lundgren have no class? When the shoe hit her, however, Valencia barely had time to register it; the pain of the apple was by far more an aching infliction.

“You devil!” she hissed under her breath. Of course, Valencia meant it to be a derogatory insult—everyone knew that the Alvear girl was the real demon here. Turning her attention to Sonja, the Slytherin jabbed her wand at the girl and attempted to cast, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
I’D LIKE TO HOLD HER

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Elias Greenwood

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It felt good to use magic again. Eli wasn't a muggle and resented having to act like one for the summer. His acacia wand was practically ornamental while its use was forbidden. Such a stupid waste of ability was pointless. Magic was allowed at Hogwarts and nothing bad happened. Nothing bad would come of a few cleaning charms over the summer. It wasn't like a muggle would see.

'Hey, what are you doing?' He asked the smallest figure on the block, 'this is a wizards duel, not a muggle fight. Use your wand. Shoes are improper.'

Eli watched with pleasure as the sliver of magic jumped from his wand to crack into Adrian. Perfect. The exact desired result. He attempted to launch a follow-up spell at Adrian, using the same incantation.

"Petrificus Totalus,'
he spoke clearly.

The pain of a hard apple was less desirable. It collided with him moments later, striking where the back of his neck met with the back of his head. Lots of nerves there, and Eli felt their abuse. He the apple in his left hand, and it spattered to the ground.

He swivelled, and found no one. It was disappointing because he was very ready to unleash a tirade upon them. Not even an audience member was there to take the fall. There truly seemed to be no one to blame. Unless Alric had already mastered silent spellcasting.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked the boy.

"No, really. How did you do that, with the apples? Not even I can do that silent stuff yet."

Adrian Alric did study the year above Eli though. Eli had taken every opportunity to advance himself, but Adrian had a whole year on him. That was his advantage. Though this indicated that Eli might achieve the same twelve months from now, it did little to help him here. You can't stop silent spells without silent spells. Eli realised that in his last duel, battling against Oliver.

"petrificus Totalus." He said again, attempting to slow the other boy down. You don't need to beat him, only weaken him. Most duels were marathons rather than sprints- it was better the scrap together small advantages and keep going than attempt an explosive burst of successes. If Adrian found it hard to move, then he would find it hard to stop his wand being taken away and hurled into a tree.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters ♚

* Adrian Alric

    (04/13/2016 at 14:18)
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The secret Dueling Tournament in the castle had not given Adrian Alric the unrealistic perspective that he was the third best duelist of all the students who attended Hogwarts. If he needed any more clarification at the level of his own skills, he did not need to look much further than Eli. Surely he could not be the second best. No, the experience had only taught him that he had miles to go before he could execute spells with the authority of an Oliver Razi and the like.

That being said, Adrian had taken care to join the summer dueling circuit at the camp to try out some new spells and tactics. He had spent many nights combating sleep by testing the limits of his casting and curses. Sometimes, he would even wake up alone on a field from the cries of birds welcoming him to the blistering summer sun.

Today he stood idly by as Marlena, who was in charge of setting up the duels, went through her spiel and dodged apples in the process. He looked perplexed at the ease in which she did so, waddling on her chunky legs like that. Adrian knew he was swift and deliberate in his movements and he could not think of someone more on the opposite extreme than his housemate. Still, it was rather annoying to be matched up with Eli yet again. There was no escaping that snake. When they shook hands, he let his hand lay limp as the younger Slytherin tried to squeeze it as tightly as possible. His lack of protest was sure to agitate his rival even more.

The commencement of the duel did not spurn him to act quickly. Adrian had not seen the other two duel. One was more-so the strange than the other so he wanted to at least get a feel for what they were capable of. Without the prize at the end of the tunnel, there was no reason for him to exert himself as he had during the term. Eli did target him however; the usual PT squealed in its familiar inflection. It struck him lightly, though one of the flying apples had hit him hard on his shoulder. It stung more than any of these guys could manage. He would need to stay wary. Ignoring Eli to monitor the trees would have been easier if the second-year had not thought to instruct in the match's infancy.

"You're improper Egneus," he spat with a sour disposition. Seeing as another two spells were spoken with the male snake's wand aimed in his direction, Adrian could not hold off any longer. 'Let us see if I have worked enough on this spell,' he thought to himself as he pulled forth his ash wand and pointed it at Eli in his attempt. "Impedimenta!"
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Sonja Lundgren

    (04/13/2016 at 16:55)
Sonja was rather peeved that Valencia wasn't all that phased by the shoe she had lobbed in her direction; grimacing as the young girl turned towards her with a look of pure hate in her eyes. The young Lundgren had always did her own thing, even if people didn't quite understand what or why she was doing it, and prided herself on being a 'flamingo in a flock of pigeons'. However, the look Valencia had now cast on Sonja had sent a chill down her spine and she had made up her mind to not be on the receiving end of that particular spell.

Though she had never used a spell successfully before, she silently prayed that it would work and she wouldn't find herself elevated in the air. Her brother Ben had warned her about this, but then again she was convinced he liked boys. (And if he couldn't figure out what he liked, how was he suppose to be a reliable source on Dueling?) From where she stood, her shoe lay alongside Valencia and she thought it best not to fetch it quite yet. She could work without shoes, she decided, peeling the other one of to reveal her other foot.

Turning her attention from the duel, she focused on her feet; her toenails were electric pink and the color alone brought a smile to her face. Then, with a look of concern, her head shot up and she realized that she was still in the middle of something quite important. Raising her wand, she pointed it at Valencia and shouted the only thing she could think of. "Expelliarmus!"

Ben had better be right. She told herself.
« Last Edit: 04/13/2016 at 16:56 by Sonja Lundgren »

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Round 2 Actions:

1. Fighting Trees attempt to hit duelists with apples. Success!
Sonja, 4% damage
Valencia, 5% damage
Elias, 4% damage
Adrian, 8% damage

2. Valencia attempts to cast Wingardium Leviosa at Sonja. Success! 5% damage. Sonja is now floating in the air.

3. Eli attempts to cast Petrificus Totalus at Adrian. Success! 5% damage

4. Eli tries to cast Petrificus Totalus again at Adrian. Success! 4% damage

5. Adrian hopes to cast Impedimenta at Eli. Success! 7% damage

6. Sonja attempts to cast Expelliarums at Valencia. Spell fails. Floating in the air really threw off her game.



Round 3 of 5:

Sonja Lundgren - 54% -2 ability, floating in air for 2 rounds or until Valencia successfully casts another spell, unable to use physical actions to recover objects from the ground

vs.

Valencia Alvear - 58%

vs.

Elias Egneus - 37% may act four times, -2 velocity

vs.

Adrian Alric - 49% -2 velocity, may act twice

Call me short.
I'll call you an ambulance.

Elias Greenwood

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"Oof!"

Another Apple struck, this time more lightly, and Eli realised the truth of the matter. Alric was no prodigy- the trees themselves attacked him. He watched carefully for exactly which branch was targeting him, that he might later take it out.

Alric did have. New trick up his sleeve- Impedimenta was a hard spell. Eli had never used it, in or out of a duel, but he knew its purpose. Slow down the target. The foreigner had the same plan as Eli.

Fortunately Eli had actual talent on his side, rather than half-blood tricks.

"Expelliarmus," he spoke casually, aiming his wand at Alric's central mass, "Petrificus Totalus. Do me a favour and surrender. We both know how this will end."

It looked like Valencia had the kid dealt with, so Eli took no step to intervene. He was fairly sure that, for the moment, the situation required no extra hand. Someone would need to deal with her soon though, he hoped it wouldn't come down to the two of them. Eli returned his attention to the threat who had just struck him with a spell.

"Petrificus Totalus, Wingardium Leviosa."

He attempted both at Adrian.
As always, Eli refused to shout or make a scene while he was casting. Let the spells effect make the greatest noise.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters ♚

* Valencia Salvatierra

    (04/14/2016 at 02:47)
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Only two apples had been aimed at her so far, but it was already starting to get annoying. She'd have to do something about it soon, huh?

“He’s right, you know,” Valencia spat venomously, referring to what Eli had said moments earlier. She still wasn’t over the fact that the other girl had the nerve to throw a shoe at her—who in their right mind would even think of such an impulse?

(Herself, actually; the girl, however, failed to accept the famously belligerent part of her that would have happily hurled the shoe back at Lundgren. A pathetic first year like the one in front of her didn’t have to know how easily it was to anger the Alvear child.)

Valencia’s temper was a fragile thing; often times it started small, a sudden spark in a dark room. But always, always, always, it would combust and spread to her veins, boiling blood and rushing her pulsating heart, for all the wrong reasons. She was overall an emotional girl, with anger taking control of the reins when all other sources of passion left her directionless and fading. It was anger, however, what made her such a tyrant in these situations—how easy it’d been to take advantage of her leading weakness.

Eyes, sickly green like poison, brightened immediately to see that her spell had worked. It was much more satisfying to witness the unfortunate arrangement made between the two of the girls (one-sided in its existence, which was completely okay with Valencia) rather than to just imagine its outcome. Stepping back to admire her work, Valencia let out a laugh before remembering the upper hand she possessed.

Perhaps she’d try Elias’ most potent spell? “It’s too bad you weren’t able to have much fun up there, isn’t it?” Wand raised, she attempted a forceful, “Petrificus Totalus!”

Eli seemed to have everything in order on his side; like him, Valencia made no attempt to intrude into his little scrap.
I’D LIKE TO HOLD HER

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Marlena Flair

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Round 3 Actions:

1. Fighting Trees attempt to hit duelists with apples. Their apples fling into the stands, instead.

2. Eli tries to cast Expelliarmus at Adrian. Success! 7% damage

3. Eli hopes to cast Petrificus Totalus at Adrian. Success! 6% damage

4. Eli attempts to cast Petrificus Totalus at Adrian. Success! 1% damage

5. Eli hopes to cast Wingardium Leviosa at Adrian. Spell fails.

6. Valencia attempts to cast Petrificus Totalus at Sonja(?). Success! 8% damage

[Ref Note: Please be sure to include who you are attempting to cast a spell at in your bold action. I'm assuming from context that you're still aiming for Sonja. I'm a little lenient, but during the school term, your action would be void.]

6a. Sonja falls from the Wingardium Leviosa. 6% damage



Round 4 of 5:

Sonja Lundgren - 40% 1 round missed, 2 more to forfeit

vs.

Valencia Alvear - 58% may act twice

vs.

Elias Egneus - 37% may act four times

vs.

Adrian Alric - 37% -2 velocity, disarmed, must use physical action to re-arm, 1 round missed, 2 more to forfeit
« Last Edit: 04/16/2016 at 21:29 by Marlena Flair »

Do not hold me closer.
I am not your tiny dancer.

Elias Greenwood

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The duel was going wonderfully- Alric was losing, the kid was being thrown about like a rag doll, and Eli had suffered no more than anyone else. The only drawback was that Valencia was winning.

There was a wide margin of success in her favour. Both of them won their private little duels- now Eli was on the right path for second place. Pappy Greenwood had once told him such a position was pointless. You won or you wasted your time.

Eli aimed his shaking wand at Valencia.

"There is only room for one in first place, Val," he said, hoping his voice was more stable than the magic implement in his hands. He attempted to cast his standard array of spells at her.

"Petrificus Totalus. Expelliarmus. Petrificus Totalus. Wingardium Leviosa."

He barely gave himself time to breathe between incantations. He wanted his over with. Heart thudding, tongue thick, and skin sweating, Eli felt as if breathing might soon be the least of his problems.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters ♚

* Valencia Salvatierra

    (04/15/2016 at 02:01)
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Perfect.

Sonja was now in her rightful place: below Valencia Alvear, where the dirt could remind the dark-haired female that no one was going to steal her crown. Poor girl, she thought unsympathetically.

She was confident on getting another hit on Lundgren, hoping that she could get the other girl out of the duel first before she had to focus on the other two boys. Stepping forward in order to complete the thought, Valencia was interrupted with the sudden betrayal of Elias.

"There is only room for one in first place, Val."

Eyes narrowed, she could only stare in disbelief at the boy for a few seconds before realizing what he was implying. And to think that mere moments ago she thought they’d be faithful allies.

“I know that,” Valencia scoffed. “Are you insinuating that I’m merely second-best?”

Growing up the youngest child wasn’t enough to kill her competitive spirit. After three other offspring, all years older than herself, she took what attention was left and did even more to gain what was hers. Did Eli really think that his spells could amount to what she’d done for the past twelve years?

After the Slytherin boy's rapid firing, Valencia attempted to catch a steady breath in order to prepare for the blows, and at a lesser extent, to cool her rising anger. [+health, act twice]. She was not a planner by nature (for that was always Azrael’s job to begin with), but she hoped this would help lessen the (dramatized, entirely unreal) emotional hurt that arrived with this treachery. With a sickly lilt, she then mocked Eli in hope that her words would dig under his skin and buy her some time—perhaps even give her at least some extra confidence: “It's like you think that just because you're pureblooded, you automatically have talent.” [act twice, +1 ability]

She was quite ready to turn onto him as well.
I’D LIKE TO HOLD HER

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* Adrian Alric

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He tried to hide his wincing, fortunate that the flashes of light flying from Eli's wand did a better job of it. Before he knew it, he was disarmed and floating a few feet above the ground. It would not be enough to cause any real damage, he knew. However, it's main purpose appeared to be to keep him away from his wand until the other boy successfully used another spell.

Adrian was familiar with the tactic from Dueling Club. He had done it himself on a few occasions as it was one of those combinations on the short list of things younger years could accomplish. When paired with an older student in the tournament it was even more useful if it could split up their opposition. Perhaps Eli had thought of his attempt to do it during the Final, though he had been quite confused about what had happened around that point. Was the Slytherin boy basking in pulling it off on him?

He could not tell from this angle. Eli had turned his attention to Valencia, which was just like a snake to be the first to cut ties. There was no admiration in the cut throat nature (Which was the only viewpoint Adrian had involving the pureblood) in which his rival composed himself. He narrowed his eyes, frustrated at his inability to do anything until Eli's spell would leave his wand.

Knowing that with the swarm of spells he heard the boy yell could mean this was his chance, Adrian focused on the floor to pinpoint where his wand was. He braced himself, angling his body to land close enough to his wand that he would be able to scoop it up as he fell. [Re-arm] If he was successful, then he there was at least the chance to at least remove the smug smile Egneus had when he was happy with himself. 
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Marlena Flair

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Round 4 Actions:

1. Fighting Trees attempt to hit duelists with apples. Fail!

2. Eli attempts to cast Petrificus Totalus at Valencia. Success! 8% damage

3. Eli tries to cast Expelliarmus at Valencia.
Action void. 1 successful disarming action per duel.

4. Eli hopes to cast Petrificus Totalus at Valencia.  Success! 5% damage

5. Eli hopes to cast Wingardium Leviosa at Valencia. Success! 5% damage

6. Valencia attempts to catch a steady breath in order to prepare for the blows, and at a lesser extent, to cool her rising anger. Success! 

7. Valencia hopes to dig under Eli's skin metaphorically. Success! 

8. Adrian attempts to rearm himself. Success! 



Final Round:

Sonja Lundgren - 40% 2 rounds missed, 1 more to forfeit

vs.

Valencia Alvear - 43% may act four times, -2 velocity, -1 ability, floating in the air for 2 rounds or until the caster successfully casts another spell, unable to use physical actions to recover objects from the ground

vs.

Elias Egneus - 37% may act four times

vs.

Adrian Alric - 37% re-armed

I might be small, but I pack a big punch.
A big jug of fruit punch.

Elias Greenwood

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“Are you insinuating that I’m merely second-best?”

He couldn't say anyone was best, but he was determined to win. So was everyone else. There was no correct answer to her question, but things were moving so quickly in the duel that he could probably forgive him for not answering.

“It's like you think that just because you're pureblooded, you automatically have talent.”

If anyone else had said this Eli would have struck back at once, but there was a larger game at play. Certainly she had dug to a root fear.

Eli glanced around at the assembled duelists. Which among them was best? He couldn't say for sure. There was more to dueling than ability - tactics and grit and luck all came into it. Even if all these things were on your side, it was nearly impossible to duel three people at once. Diplomacy came into it, though only in the first few rounds.

"Well," he said quietly, "I am the best in our year. So is it my blood or me that has all the talent, Valencia?"

"Alric, are you ready to join us? Here." He attempted to throw his Horse Teeth Tonic to Adrian, hoping it would break on or near him and produce its effect. The thing was brewed especially for him, after all.

"Teeth to match your ears."

It brought him pleasure to taunt Alric about a flaw, especially as the older boy began to grow into a more masculine form and Eli retained his boyish measurements. He'd never admit to this, but in his deepest heart he knew it to be true. Eli found comfort in the fact that he hadn't even posed a challenge for this duel.

"Valencia, I think I made a mistake. I thought this was a duel between Alric and I. I should have paid more attention to you." This was it. He was moments from victory.

Aiming his long dark wand at Valencia, he attempted to let loose one final slew of spells.

"Wingardium Leviosa. Petrificus Totalus. Petrificus Totalus."
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters ♚

* Adrian Alric

    (04/17/2016 at 14:33)
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As soon as the spells left Eli's wand, the Ravenclaw boy stretched out his arms and directed his falling body right over his disarmed instrument. He tried to roll once he collided with the floor but it only bruised his shoulder to attempt it. Adrian was able to grab his wand. He stopped and shifted his body up to one knee to survey the block.

The Slytherin boy seemed fondly full of himself, throwing all manner of jinxes at a housemate. It was just like the ambitious snake to take pleasure basking in it. He could not deny that his rival had improved since their encounter at the Dueling Finals. Eli took a reprieve from his assault to respond to him and pull out a vial of sorts. It's contents were unsure but Adrian had the distinct feeling of where he would be aimed.

"Teeth to match your ears."

He soured at that, dismissing the insult with a shake of his head. Now he had potions to deal with. There was little shock once he saw it leave his hand and turn away to deal with Valencia. While Adrian had left their battle with Razi wanting to elevate the spells in his repertoire, Eli must have fixated on how the potions the Slytherin champion used pushed him past the competition. Whatever was in it must be potent enough to have Eli think it would be enough. He could not waste anymore time.

Adrian clutched his wand tightly around his fingers. He lifted it and pointed it at Egneus. "Impedimenta!" he shouted, hoping it would be enough to stop the boy's victory parade before it began. He could not imagine how insufferable this feather in his cap would be, as if the reminders of how he had finished third were not more than enough already.
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

* Valencia Salvatierra

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The air was not the correct place for a perfectly innocent human being like herself.

As she continued to glare daggers at Eli, Valencia couldn’t help but wonder what exact sin she’d done to deserve this embarrassing fate. Was it the time that she stole an extra piece of candy from Honeydukes when Azrael let her only have one? Or the time that she interrupted the old priest during her uncannily long confession? Whatever it had been, she was sure that this wasn’t a viable way of making her atone for her wrongdoings.

What kind of god was up there anyway? Certainly not a responsible one.

"Valencia, I think I made a mistake. I thought this was a duel between Alric and I. I should have paid more attention to you."

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much,” she sniffed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “At least visit me up here while you’re at it. I thought you were a gentleman.”

She looked pointedly at the other Ravenclaw boy. "He's much better than you."

With a flourish of her wand, Valencia pointed the hawthorn wood at Elias and attempted to cast nearly the same as he did: “Wingardium Leviosa! Petrificus Totalus! Expelliarmus!”

How foolish she had been, to think that Elias was an exception of all things. No—it had always been her siblings and cousins, and only then. Hogwarts did not influence her well, obviously. Azrael (in her own mind) had warned her of such happenings.

Briefly closing her eyes, Valencia hoped to think of her family (the semi-good ones, the ones she actually enjoyed) in attempt to relive something comforting. [+health, act twice]

HIS BELLADONNA KISS:


   beautiful

                              poisonous.

      lovely.


                          deadly.

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